| It’s nine o’clock, tonights the pub, the fiddle and the banjo roar
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| Like any good night at any good pub, the laughs in the barrels pour,
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| It’s comin' on one, we’re still in flight, will I ever close at all,
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| And before I know, it’s nearly light, time for the last call…
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| Oh, ya can’t stay here, ya can’t stay here,
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| I’m outta whiskey and I got no beer,
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| One more shot, you’ll be on your heel…
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| Ya don’t have to go home but ya can’t stay here,
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| And the very next morning on the street, the lads they can’t decide
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| If it’s a donter that they need but they’ll start with a good ole fry
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| And the night blows in, we’re back on track,
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| Oh how the chancers play, I see them hiding out the back,
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| Hoping I won’t say…
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| Hey, ya can’t stay here, ya can’t stay here,
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| I’m outta whiskey and I got no beer,
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| One more shot, you’ll be on your heel…
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| Ya don’t have to go home but ya can’t stay here,
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| No, ya can’t stay here, ya can’t stay here,
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| I’m outta whiskey and I got no beer,
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| One more shot, you’ll be on your heel…
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| You don’t have to go home but ya can’t stay here,
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| Ya can’t stay here, ya can’t stay here,
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| I’m outta whiskey and I got no beer,
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| One more shot, you’ll be on your heel…
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| Ya don’t have to go home but ya can’t stay here,
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| One more shot, you’ll be on your heel…
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| Ya don’t have to go home but ya can’t stay here,
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| No ya can’t stay here,
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| You don’t have to go home but ya can’t stay here! |